Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1887-04-16

you did, that she would notice you
any more than she would the old
clockp
No, suppose not said Cornell
ius-and he whistled to himself as
he went on mending the handle OF Q
whip.
you know, added Hannah, even
though she is poor, she is still Miss
Haworth, of Port Haworth.'
Yes, of course assented Cornell
Jus, intent upon his work.
So Elise came there to work---and
at the end of the first day there was
a universal expression OF opinion as
regarded the new seamstress.
Isn't she lovely ?'said enthusiast
tic Hannah.
Il declare for it, she's a master
hand at tailorin' 7 said Mrs. Wier.
and she without any experience,
too =
And how good she was with little
Billy when he fell down and bump
ed his nose,' said Betsy Jane, the
second sister.
And she showed me how to put
the ribbon on my Sunday hat so it's
like different haiti cried Louisa,
the third Miss Wier.
She's nice quiet little creature
enough observed Cornelius, shrug-
ging his shoulders. / don't think
one would notice, one way or the
other, whether she was in the room
or not
just like Cornelius T cried Peter,
the tall schoolboy, who was just go
ing into percentage He neverdid
notice any Of the girls
'Oh, Peter!' demonstrated Han
hah. AS if Miss Haworth, of Port
Haworth, was like any of the girls.
WELL stoutly main tanned Peter,
Il don't see in what respect she is
different
SO the month wore itself away.
Miss Haworth gave unbounded sat
isfaction--and every one in the
house declared how much they should
miss her when she went away, with
the two ten dollar bills and the four
dollars in silver coin neatly folded
in her pocket.
It's pretty late for you to go
home alone, Miss Haworth, said
Mrs. Wier, peering out into the dim
November twilight. IF you'll wait
a bit, Peter will be home with the
cows, and
what should / be afraid Off said
Elise, cheerfully. There will be
nothing abroad but the gray mists
and the autumn leaves. Good bye,
dear Mrs. Wier. / shall never for
get how kind you have been to me.
And she went out with a light
heart, into the gray half light OF the
dying day.
Notwithstanding the valor OF her
words, however, she did start and
utter cry when, dark figurs step
ped forth out of the hemlock shad-
ows, across her path.
Have / frighteDded you, Miss Ha-
worth p
'Oh, Cornelius is it your she
cried, with an instantaneous sensa
ton of relief For she had learned,
like all tbs rest of the Wiers, to like
this stalwart young Apollo, and put
sort of unexplained trust in him.
But / wanted to speak to YOU
continued the young man, 'and |
couldn't speak there with a back
ward motion of his head toward the
old farm house. 'The words will
have utterance, Miss Haworth, even
though l feel that l am making
fool of myself. ! must tell you that
love you! You are high-born
lady-a Haworth of Port Haworth,
and | am only workingman. But
for all that love you. Do you
think you could bring yourself to
be my wife? / would be so kind to
you, dearest. You should be treat
ed like a princess, and loved as no
woman ever yet was loved. For
don't | see, Elise, that those white
fingers never were meant for tailor's
seams, those sweet eyes never in
tended to grow dim over endless
stitching? Be my wife, dearest,and
/ will work for both of ui'
Cornelius Weir had spoken in
sort of desperation--and when the
words had found voice he was silent,
moodily Expecting to hear his doom.
To his surprise-to his inetfable